I'm such a big son

Ms. Rimbaud was not honest enough to carry another woman who was about the same height as herself all the way home, put her in the car, fastened her seat belt, threw her a voice recorder, closed the door, and drove away.

She had also cleaned up the monitoring and listening equipment in the car long ago, even if someone saw it from the outside—is it a heinous thing to listen to music with headphones?

Miss Hongye fell on the back seat and let her tears flow freely again, but this time she covered her mouth and refused to make any weak voice.

After driving back to the villa, after opening the door, there were one big and three young people sitting on the floor. The four heads turned around at the same time to look at Miss Lanbo, who was half supporting and half hugging Miss Hongye. There was almost indelible confusion on everyone's faces. .

——Miss Rimbaud is still wearing work clothes, the point: the suit is men's.

——Miss Hongye has loose hair and tears on her face, the point: the kimono is for women.

The upright orange-haired boy Chuya Nakahara: Is there an extra...stepmother?

The black-haired teenager Akutagawa Ryunosuke: ... I will never admit it!

Intimate little padded jacket silver: Miss Rimbaud!

Sakunosuke Oda, who eats melons: I'm just here to report a task...

"What are you looking at, come and help!"

Rimbaud lifted up the red leaves again, Yin hurried up to get the slippers and helped the guest who was slightly injured and exhausted from crying. The kitchen boils water for tea.

Don't worry about whether the water is boiling or not, and don't care about how the tea is brewed, in short, you are not idle.

For a while, everyone in the family was busy, walking around the red leaves.

After making arrangements for her, Rimbaud drove the three children out to do their homework, and then Sakunosuke Oda slowly took out a document that had not been processed for a long time and handed it to her. Give Hongye.

"PortMafia has a small branch in country I. It is controlled by its own traditional force, Peng Geli, so this information point is basically a leisurely place for the elderly, and no one pays attention to Yokohama... Based on someone's past relationship network, in the past It's not difficult to infiltrate a small clerk here."

"But in the future, he will have to rely on you, the cadre, to take care of him."

Hongye couldn't believe what she saw.

A whole set of new identities with no flaws.

The owner of this identity is named "Jian Guanyi", an ordinary Japanese teacher traveling in Italy in his thirties, and his wife is named A Gong, who is 20 years old now.

The couple still have a house in Yiguo. Numerous neighbors have testified that Mr. Jian has lived in this small town for six or seven years. As for his beautiful and docile new wife... everyone said that they can understand the shyness and reservation of oriental women.

At present, Mr. Jian was slightly injured when he encountered a bank robbery while visiting relatives in his hometown, and he is receiving treatment in the hospital.His wife took care of the family and had to become an admirable but rarer professional woman.

"..."

If it weren't for Koye Ozaki who was lying in the study of Rimbaud's house, she would have believed that she really had to go out to earn money to support her "husband" who was accidentally injured and hospitalized.

Obviously seeing the bullet passing through the chest with his own eyes, no matter whether it hits the heart or the lungs, it is a helpless injury, and that person is indeed...why?

Is this Lantang's marksmanship really so superb!

Rimbaud waved his hand and released a part of the supernatural power.

The pale golden subspace unfolded, including the three people in the room together: "Colorful painting collection, my supernatural ability is a subspace separated from the normal world. It is very convenient to transfer the injured, and you can also prepare your appearance in advance Similar corpses... Fortunately, Mr. Jian looks..."

She shrugged her shoulders: "Fortunately, he is not so beautiful, and a replacement is not difficult to find."

Oda Sakunosuke, who was standing aside as a human figure decoration, touched his face with lingering fear. During this period of time, he turned over the corpse so much that he almost vomited.

"I have a good friend, as you may know, an intelligence dealer with excellent medical skills in Leibo Street. He is..."

Miss Rimbaud paused, and continued to speak with great difficulty against her conscience: "He is a guy who will be moved by the story of 'Love and Peace'..."

It's disgusting, let her slow down! ! !

"Anyway, there is Mr. Mori's strong support. But..."

The point is in this "but".

Mori Ogai is such a shrewd person, willing to take such a big risk to help a "colleague" he doesn't know for free?Such a thing is no more likely than a leader suddenly becoming kind and genial.

Of course he is conditional.

- A coup needs supporters.

Support from the intelligence cadre is critical.

"So, Mr. Hongye, this will be an invitation from the next PortMafia chief. What do you think?"

Ozaki Momiji: "..."

The two of us, who instigated who?

With such a skillful posture, is "Zuizhou" really just a professional killer...

She looked down at the things in her hand and a video she had just received, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and said, "It's done!"

In the next second, Miss Rimbaud took out another mobile phone with a blank expression, opened it, and said to the other side: "It's done, the next target."

Ozaki Momiji: "..."

It's better to barely sympathize with the current leader for a second, next time she will remember to spit on his tombstone before leaving.

After Ms. Rimbaud and Mori Ogai confirmed the next action by phone, they took Oda Sakunosuke and left, leaving space for Ms. Momiji who couldn't hold back her new phone and wanted to call herself to confirm the situation.

"Mr. Hongye, in view of the fact that we are having a good time, I will give you a piece of advice. The farther away you are, the less you do, the more protection you have."

Leaving such a specious remark, Miss Rimbaud walked out of the room and closed the door.

She waved Oda Sakunosuke and hid in the kitchen with Gin, taking off her gloves and rubbing her swollen temples.

There is one other thing to do.

As for the cubs in the living room, to be precise, the two older boys.

Ms. Rimbaud, a former anti-government member, former supernatural spy, former professional assassin, and current PortMafia assassination team quasi-cadre, received a call from a mysterious professional practitioner during working hours.Because the time was not convenient, she didn't answer, and then immediately received a message that made people's eyes go dark.

——She, or rather, is the two adopted sons, who was killed!Call!Home!long!up!

As the hapless parent who must go to school to meet the teacher, she must first understand why she was called.

"Both of you, who can tell me why the teacher called me over after less than a month of enrollment?"

Ms. Lan Bo, who is a senior student with problems, said that the problem is not serious, there is no need to panic, and there is no need to hide it. First explain the ins and outs clearly before deciding which trouble to get rid of or transfer to another school.

Learning is a must, and it’s impossible not to.

But whether they want to continue after completing basic education depends on the three children themselves.

Although both are called parents, the situation of Nakahara Chuya and Akutagawa Ryunosuke is completely different.

Zhong is also 12 years old, and it is reasonable to say that he should sit in a junior high school classroom at this age.But this kid had been on Radium Bowl Street before, and of course he had never touched a book, so Rimbaud forced him into the fifth grade of elementary school—for people who have been educated by society, it should not be a thing to finish six years of elementary school in one and a half years. Embarrassment.

The rebellious killer who ran away from home at the age of 15 and rejected the admission notice of the University of Paris felt that her son should be smarter than herself.

However, except for French and Chinese, everything else in the Central Plains was mediocre, and they all passed the pass line at a low altitude. On weekdays, they were quite a bit ruffian, so they were "lucky" called parents.

As for Akutagawa Ryunosuke... Well, a boy from a senior grade "borrowed" pocket money from the younger graders, and Akutagawa-san, who only "borrowed" things from others, naturally really hung him up and smoked him meal...

Both children got into trouble, so Miss Rimbaud had to go see their teacher.

"..."

Miss Rimbaud was sitting at the dining table with her chin propped up, her expressionless face made it impossible to see what was going on in her mind, the black suit that had not been changed yet, and still smelled of gunpowder smoke and blood oozes out a dangerous smell silently.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of the small black house that was solid for those four days.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke thought of the floor that he had punched a big hole in.

"Ok."

"I see, I will go and meet your teacher."

"but,"

Miss Rimbaud looked at the two teenagers who had started to tremble from under the lowered brim of her hat.

"Acting is a very important survival skill, I hope you can learn to use it."

——Even if you can't do it, at least act like me, bastard!

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke: "..."

OK, got it.

After letting the two boys "escape from birth", the woman got up and lazily went back to the bedroom to change into a thick home warmer, holding a hand warmer that looked a bit stupid, and curled up on the sofa waiting for dinner.

There are guests at home today, and the dinner may be richer. With such expectations, she looked at the curry rice served in front of her in silence for three seconds an hour later.

"Sorry...well, I can only cook curry rice."

The red-haired boy scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, but he really only knows this kind of cooking method, and it's amazing that no matter what ingredients are used to make it, the taste of the final product is the same.

After staring at the lump for a while, Miss Rimbaud poked it into her mouth with a spoon and tasted it, her eyes lit up.

"so spicy!"

Surprisingly, the taste is not bad.

There are vegetables, meat, and rice, plus the miso soup that Yin later cooked. Although it looks simple, it is also simple and warm-at least the portion is enough to fill everyone's stomach.

Miss Hongye came out of the study very quickly, the tears on her face had been wiped off one by one, and even her clothes became tidy and decent, she was a completely different person compared to just now.

In just one day, this once cunning and innocent woman transformed into an excellent intelligence team cadre, and the expression on her face could no longer be easily read by others.

"Ah, these three lovely children, are they all Mr. Lantang's?" There was a shy look on her face as a woman who was about to marry: "I haven't prepared myself to become a mother directly~"

Mademoiselle Rimbaud's answer was a knife that flew across the table and stuck tremblingly on the table.

——Cooperation is cooperation, if you dare to touch my cub, let me wait and see!